Don't talk of stock, for it may fail; or silver-smiths' shops, for you can't tell what's plated; or jewels, for they may be paste; or goods, for they may be worth only half nothin'; but talk of the carriages, them's the witnesses that don't lie.
"And what do they say?
'Calcutta keeps me, and China keeps me, and Bot'ney Bay keeps me, and Canada keeps me, and Nova Scotia keeps me, and the whales keep me, and the white bears keep me, and every thing on the airth keeps me, every thing under the airth keeps me.

In short, all the world keeps me.'" "No, not all the world, Sam," said Mr.Hopewell; "there are some repudiative States that _don't keep me_; and if you go to the auction rooms, you'll see some beautiful carriages for sale, that say, 'the United States' Bank used to keep me,' and some more that say, 'Nick Biddle put me down.'" "Minister, I won't stand that," said Mr.Slick.

"I won't stay here and hear you belittle Uncle Sam that way for nothin'.

He ain't wuss than John Bull, arter all.

Ain't there no swindle-banks here?
Jist tell me that.